Hans Off!

Peta/Sam

Act 1, Chapter 3

"Hans, you can't be serious!" Peta said angrily. I have been nominated for an award by the airline. You have to be there. It's also Vegas. When are we going to get this opportunity again?

"I'm sorry, my pet," Hans said, consoling her. "I am meant to be on the oil rig again, and Christophe is picking me up shortly."

"You two are getting close," Peta remarked.

"Yes," he responded, "we both have wives who nag us about leaving for work." He kissed her forehead. "Maybe you should take a friend to the event?"

Peta bit her bottom lip. "None of the other air hostesses are free," she said.

"Well, take someone else then," Hans said, looking at his watch. A familiar car horn rang through the house.

"He is always on time," Peta remarked.

"Ja, I like him for his punctuality," Hans said, kissing her forehead. "Take care, let me know all about it when you are back."

Peta went up to the balcony and watched Hans get into Christophe's car. She couldn't be sure, but she thought she had seen Christophe turn to her husband in the car and brush his cheek with his hand. It might have been nothing, she told herself, maybe dusting off a hair.

She walked around the house and felt hot. Properly hot. She was alone in the house at last. She went to her bookcase in the living room and carefully pulled down the Encyclopedia Britannica.

Opening it up, she pulled out the Polaroids Sam had taken of them in London a few months ago. Peta groaned when she remembered that this was when she was in her redhead phase. Everything about her looked amazing, but the red hair looked so out of place. She gazed down at the photographs, and her fingers moved downwards towards her jeans.

Breathing deeply, she went through them. The photo of her in her burgundy dress, leaning against the wall. Throwing off her dress, revealing her lingerie. Stripping down to nothing. Lying on the bed, naked.

Then, she was looking back at the camera, prostrate, the tip of Sam's girthy dick inserted into her. Then the final shot, splayed out on the bed, Sam's dick in the shot, and come dripping from his tip and out of her pussy.

Peta breathed, her fingers down the front of her jeans and rubbing, excited. Thoughts swirled through her head. Would he be free? Could she get him a flight? She moaned at the thought. She blushed, wettening, and sat down, unzipping her jeans. She held the shot of Sam's tip penetrating her close to her face and imagined him while she fingered herself. One tip then two, and deeper, faster, wetter, longer, and then...

"Ohhhhhhhh," Peta gasped, coming, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Ja, ja, jaaaaaaaa," she cried, throwing her head back. Her breaths were ragged now, and she looked down at her jeans. She was soaked. Determined, she picked up the phone and texted Sam.

"Hey ;)" she wrote. "How are you? Are you busy the next few days?"

She saw the three dots as Sam typed back to her. "I am, but plans can be changed," he wrote. "What did you have in mind?"

"If I got you a flight to Vegas for tonight, would you go with me to my awards ceremony for the airline?" Peta typed back.

She watched the dots fade in and out as he typed. "For how many days?"

"How many can you spare? It's a three-day event," she wrote back.

Sam typed back straight away. "Yes, provided you can get me an early flight back on the last day. Agnese and I have a function to attend."

Peta snorted. "Agnese? The Russian? Still?" For a moment, Peta was tempted to cancel. But...

"Okay," she wrote. "I'll have a car sent to you too. This is on me, just get your best suit and boots, and some spare clothes, maybe swimwear, and get on the plane. I'll forward you the tickets."

"Okay Pet :)" Sam wrote back. "See you later! Xxx"

Peta put the phone down. There was a nagging thought. "I don't like him being with her," she thought. "She's not good enough for him. Basically a cleaner at this point. He can do so much better." She stopped herself. She was married to Hans. She looked up out of the living room. Lots to do, and little time to do it in, she thought.

***

"Did you ever think you would be looking out of a hotel in Las Vegas?" Peta said, as they put their bags down and went to the large windows, looking down over the Vegas strip.

"No, I never did," Sam admitted. "We've got to get some sleep before tonight though," he said yawning.

"Okay," Peta said. "Go get some sleep in your room, I'll finish up the paperwork here and then have a sleep. Give me a buzz when you want to come over."

They parted, and Peta went to change, putting on a loose yoga top and some jeggings before heading to bed. Her hotel room was huge; the airline had paid for a decent room at last.

The bathroom was beautiful, with a panoramic view of the south of the Vegas strip with a decent-sized tub to watch it in.

The bed was huge, a green marvel on a pedestal in the center of the room, with a mirrored ceiling. Peta noted this before sleep. Sam would love that, she thought, the voyeur in him and her would definitely stir.

Sleep came easily; she'd been so tired from the flight. A few hours in, her phone buzzed, and she sleepily grabbed and read Sam's text.

"Hey Pet, can I come up? My room still isn't ready yet :("

She typed back. "Ja, come on up ;)"

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. She let him in, beckoning him to put his bag down by the window.

"I'll just change in the bathroom," Sam said, "then I'll have a snooze on the armchair."

"Okay," Peta responded. She laid down on the bed and positioned herself in such a way that she could see through the bathroom's doorway and the mirror behind. Perfect, she thought, as in the mirror she could see Sam start to strip off.

He took off the sweaty shirt, peeled down the sweaty jeans, and drew down his sweaty underwear. Even in his 30s, and with a bit of a dad bod, he still looked handsome. His toned buttocks clenched a little as he turned around in the bathroom to grab his clothes.

Peta watched him dress before deciding to go and have some fun with him.

"Hey," she said, entering the bathroom.

"Hey," Sam replied, putting his sweaty clothes into his bag. "Have you slept well before I texted? Sorry again," he apologized, turning to see her.

"It's fine," Peta said, swaying from side to side, with her hands behind her, pushing out her breasts in her yoga top.

"Resist," Sam told himself in his head. "Resist." He was trying not to look directly at Peta, but his mind was wandering as her breasts rolled around in the loose top.

He couldn't hear what she was saying; every mirror in the bathroom was showing this scene and the pendulous motion of her breasts in the yoga top enticed him so much...he felt his pyjama shorts stretch out and turned, embarrassed.

"So, what are we up to tonight?" He asked, feigning organizing his bag.

"We are going to the airline's awards dinner. I am introducing you as my friend, nothing more. Hans only knows that I'm bringing a friend; he doesn't know who, and we won't be photographed together," Peta explained.

Sam realized that she was rearranging herself behind him, first pushing her breasts back into her top more fully before, in a move that took his breath away, pulling her jeggings down and rearranging her lingerie. He caught sight of a camel toe and sighed. There was no stopping it now.

"Everything okay, Sam?" Peta asked, going to his side. "Do you wear underwear with your pajamas?" she asked.

"I do not," Sam said, turning. The bulge of his erection was huge, stretching the black shorts out wildly in front.

"What is this?" Peta laughed, holding her head and shaking as Sam stood there, uncomfortable. "What is that, oh my god," she laughed, realizing the erection. "Seriously?"

"I saw you rearranging yourself," he explained. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Peta said, playfully pushing down his bulge and then letting it twang back up. "What is this," she laughed again, and this time she pulled his erection out of his shorts and left it there, hanging between them. "It almost looks like a dildo when it's that hard," she said, twanging it again.

Sam laughed. "I guess so!"

"You are a vacation pervert," Peta laughed, playing with it a bit more. She twanged it again, and it bounced back up.

"Boiiiiing," Sam said, and they both laughed.

"What do I do about this?" Peta asked him, starting to slide her fingers up and down the shaft.

"I don't know," he responded, "you seem to be taking it in your own hands right now."

"If I had a dick, I think I'd be always horny," Peta said, gripping his dick a little tighter.

"If I had breasts," Sam said, "I'd be constantly playing with them."

"Well, let me give you a better look," Peta said, pulling her top off and baring her own.

Sam laughed, his erection stiffened.

"Yes, wow!" Peta laughed. "Breasts. Boobies."

They giggled together as she hung her top on his erection like a coat rack. "Okay, that's funny," Sam admitted.

"Yes, I command you to hold my shirt, coat rack," Peta said, rearranging the top so that its straps hung around it. They fell about laughing, Peta's breasts bouncing with every laugh she took.

"I still don't know what to do with this," Peta said, gripping his erection.

"At some point, you will need to let go of it," Sam said.

"True," Peta said, and then slowly knelt to the floor.

"You could always give me a blowjob to get rid of it," Sam said cheekily.

"Hmmmmm..." Peta said, looking down at the erection.

"What are you doing?" Sam said, then gasped as she put the tip of his penis in her mouth. "Oh...."

She sucked the tip and ran her hand back and forth as she blew him. She was horny away and needed the relief, and besides, any opportunity to take Sam these days. Yes, she was cheating on Hans, and he was cheating on Agnese, but so what at this point?

She licked him up, leaving her saliva all over his shaft, and gazed up at him, waggling her bum a little.

"I'm so horny now," she said.

"Yeah?" Sam teased.

"I think I want to...I want to test your cock," Peta said, laughing.

"But the deal was just a blowjob?" Sam said.

"Ja, whatever," Peta responded, standing up and pulling her panties down. "We could thigh fuck again, just for fun."

She slipped onto her highest heels, the click of each step echoing through the living room. Playfully, she twirled for him, a seductive smile dancing on her lips.

"God, you are sexy," Sam exclaimed, unable to resist the allure. He reached out, grabbing her breasts with both hands, his mouth finding her left nipple to suck on.

Peta laughed, feeling a surge of desire coursing through her. "I'm taller than you like this," she teased, her hands finding their way to his groin, tracing the outline of his shaft.

A mischievous grin played on Sam's lips as he positioned himself between her legs. "Maybe we could fuck like this," he suggested, his voice filled with wicked temptation.

"Standing up thigh sex?" Peta laughed, her playful tone mixing with a hint of caution. "I don't think it would work."

Sam shrugged, undeterred. He held onto her thighs, his gaze filled with devilish intent. "I'm only saying, it could be possible to thigh fuck you like this," he whispered. "Like...if I put my dick here..."

He positioned his shaft between her legs, the tip teasingly close to her entrance. Peta couldn't help but admit that it seemed possible to engage in this unusual angle of pleasure.

"We could totally fuck like this again," Sam suggested, his voice filled with longing.

Peta sighed, torn between desire and her commitment to Hans. "I've told you, that only leads to more sex," she said, her voice wavering. "You can't go inside me anymore. I'm supposed to be with Hans."

"He's not here," Sam replied, his playful movements continuing. He slid his dick back and forth underneath her, the friction igniting their desires. "I am here. And I'm hard. And you're wet."

A moment of hesitation passed, and then Sam carefully inserted his dick up and inside her, surprising Peta. "Sam!" she exclaimed, a mixture of shock and pleasure in her voice.

"See? It fits," Sam said, laughing, his confidence evident.

Peta looked down at him, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions.

"Okay...that does feel good," she admitted slowly. "Keep going."

Sam held onto her thighs, his thrusts becoming more intense as he fucked upwards into her. Their bodies moved in sync, the pleasure building with each movement.

"It's like a kind of standing missionary," Sam commented, his pace slowing down as he teased her with his shaft, pulling it out and touching her lips gently.

"Put it back in!" Peta pleaded, throwing her arm around him. "Fuck it, let's do it."

In her white heels, Peta stood there, intoxicated by the depth and intensity of the position. Sam writhed underneath her, their connection electrifying.

"Oooooh," she moaned as he licked her nipple again. "That feels really good."

"You should just accept it. While I'm here, we can't keep our hands off each other," Sam said, his voice filled with desire.

"Or your dick out of me," Peta laughed, the pleasure building within her. Sam lifted her up, raising and lowering her on his dick in the middle of the bathroom. Peta's desire grew, but practicality tugged at her.

"Put me on the counter and finish this," she suggested, her voice filled with a mix of urgency and responsibility. "I have things to do today..."

"Yes," Sam said, his voice filled with determination as he gently placed her down on the counter. "You need to get off on my dick, and I need to come inside you."

Peta giggled, a mix of excitement and apprehension bubbling within her. "Sam," she protested, her voice laced with desire. "You can't come inside me."

Sam's playful tone persisted as he continued to fuck her harder, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "I can," he insisted, his voice filled with confidence. "And I know you want me to."

A moan escaped Peta's lips as she surrendered to the pleasure, her body responding to his every movement. "I do enjoy the feel of your come inside me," she admitted, her grip on the sofa tightening as he continued to fuck her. "We have to stop doing this...I've been cheating on Hans for nearly two months, by my count," she confessed.

"Yet still, you are letting me fuck you. I think that says a lot about your relationship with him," Sam remarked, his voice filled with desire. He shifted their position, turning Peta over onto her back and kissing her deeply before re-entering her.

"You...should...be...with...me," Sam punctuated each word with a powerful thrust of his hips, his words seeping into the core of Peta's being.

Peta closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations coursing through her. Every inch of him filled her, and her breasts swayed back and forth in rhythm with his movements. "You should be with me too," she said, "break up with Agnese".

"Okay," Sam said, fucking her harder. "I will".

At those words, Peta came, gasping. "Oh Sam..."

At her words, Sam stiffened, and groaned, ejaculating his come inside her once again, before pulling out and then spraying her stomach with the rest.

"Sam!" Peta laughed, running her hands down to her belly and running his come over and over in her fingers. "That was naughty, I will need to shower now...

"We can shower together, and get ready for your awards," he said, kissing her tenderly whilst he started to finger her with abandon.

"You're so bad, and yet so good," Peta whispered to him, moaning as he fingered her sticky, wet pussy.

"You smell so good," Sam breathed. "You smell of me..."

They showered, Sam hastily running back to his room after to change to escort Peta down to the awards ceremony. He knocked back on the door, and Peta stepped out, in a beautiful red flowing dress, her blonde hair curling down over her shoulders.

"You look amazing," Sam said. Peta beamed back at him and looped her arm though his as they went down the corridors towards the Casino floor. "There's the function room," Peta said, then stopped, and pulled Sam to on side. "Hans is here," she gasped.

Sam looked round the corner. He was there, in a cream suit and a black bow tie.

Peta looked helplessly at Sam.

"Go," he urged her. "We can catch up later. I'm so proud of you, congratulations on your award," he said, pushing her into the crowd and towards Hans. He gazed with sadness as he watched Peta embrace Hans and knew that she'd been happy - no, delighted - to see her husband had made it there.

He went to the bar, not really taking in much, and sat on a bar stool next to a tall blonde guy. He mumbled for a drink and sat there, watching the clock and waiting for a good time to go back up to his room.

The man next to him suddenly sobbed and knocked his head on the bar. Sam raised an eyebrow. "Hey sir, everything okay?" He asked, putting on his most British accent.

"Nein," the man said, sniffling. "I am the mistress, and my man is off with his wife."

"Oh goodness," Sam said. "That's rough buddy. I get that." He beckoned to a waitress. "Two beers. It's on me." He slid the beer over to the man. "I'm Sam."

"Christophe," the man said. "Dankeschön."

"Bitte schön," Sam replied, and they clinked the glasses together. A few drinks later, and they were chatting like old friends. "So your - sorry, do I say lover?" Sam asked. "What does he do?"

"He works on oil rigs for a living. He's been away so much for so long, but he manages to get a few days with me before each trip away from his wife," Christophe replied.

"Huh," Sam said. "That's well planned." He paused. "I struggle a little with all this myself," he said. "I'm seeing this girl... she's married... and I have a girlfriend back home. I'm not proud of it, but the married girl... I've been in love with her nearly half my life. I've never let go of it."

Christophe nodded. "Ja, same with me. I have known him since we were boys." Sam sympathetically patted him on the back.

"They want to have children, I think," Christophe said. "I think the timeline for me to break him away from her is - how do you say - smaller?"

Sam nodded. "I actually just broke up with my girlfriend over text," he admitted. "I've told her we will talk when I'm back, but I've made up my mind."

"Maybe you and I will be happy one day with our lovers?" Christophe suggested.

Sam smiled sadly. "I hope so. Right now she's in that hall with him, and he'll be there to support her getting the award."

"You should go in and stand at the back," Christophe said. "She will love that."

Sam finished his beer quickly. "You're right." He shook Christophe's hand.

"Thank you, Christophe. Good luck."

"And to you, mein friend," Christophe replied.

Sam ran to the conference room and sidled in via one of the doors. He stood just by the curtains to the left of the room and leaned against the wall, watching the stage. He could see her, sitting anxiously, waiting for her category to be called.

Then he heard her name - there was thunderous applause - and she took the stage, beaming, accepting a small glass trophy shaped like a cloud.

Peta looked around the room, smiling, and saw Hans before she saw Sam.

She looked right, and there he was, smiling at her. Her heart pounded. He had seen it all. She quickly looked back to Hans before returning to her table.

Sam waited back at the bar. He watched Peta and Hans say goodbye. He must have needed to go back to the oil rig? He watched Hans walk across the floor to the exit. Then he saw Christophe, and it all clicked as Christophe took Hans's arm and led him out the door.

Peta had seen none of this, her eyes fully on Sam. He turned to her and took her into his arms. Peta resisted. "Not yet," she whispered. "Follow me up to the hotel room." Leading Sam upstairs, she wasted no time.